Westbound Train - Arielle Dombasle & The Hillbilly Moon Explosion

Boxed up all of her favorite things Sold the rest at a rainy yard sale Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign Weighed out her choices on a scale Prevailing nothing made sense Just transportation and a blank decision She's taking off Taking off Taking off Taking off No time and no copping out She's burning daylight and petrol Blacked out the rearview mirror heading westward on Strung out on confusion road And ten minute nervous breakdowns Xanax, a beer for thought, and she's determined She's taking off Taking off Taking off Taking off Oh, is it salvation, or an escape from discontent? Will she find her name in the California cement? Punched out of the grind that punched her one too many times Is tragedy 2000 miles away? She's taking off Alright!

Hey diddle diddle Pussy eat the fiddle Lick my curds and whey Along come big daddy Oh baby I just got one thing to say Come on Come on Come on, yeah Come on, come on Yeah You gotta slow down Slow it down baby They can't handle it You might have the girls talkin' here I don't know You're tryin' to do too much right now You're gonna do it Break down Hey yeah Come on Come on Come on Come on, yeah Come on, yeah, yeah Greasy, come on Come on, come on I'm gonna back up I drive a white range rover I got thirty six flavors I won't hold you to that Come on You greasy cracker ass You greasy cracker ass Come on You greasy cracker ass You greasy cracker ass Give me little baby You greasy cracker ass You greasy cracker ass Come on, come on You greasy cracker ass You greasy cracker ass Yeah Greasy Greasy Oh, come on Greasy I feel you, come on Greasy Yeah, oh

I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. City folks got worries, A country boy got none All I wanna be is the daddy of a farmer's son Subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly. I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. When I get finished plowin' I'm gonna go to the pond And take my sweet baby And have some good clean fun You gotta work, that's a pity I'm gonna be a hillbilly. I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. When I die, throw me a big fine wake And have a party in the barn Let me lie in state Plant me under that oak tree I wanna be a hillbilly I wanna be a hillbilly, prayin' for the rain Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly. Subdivisions are silly I wanna be a hillbilly.